Let My Rock Be Hope
Let the rock to which I lash my storm battered soul be called, “Hope,”
Let no winds nor swell of tide wash me from this place,
Even if only by my fingertips, let me cling to its craggy face,
As the roaring waves come crashing heavy on its slopes,
Let me not question the strength at its peak,
Nor doubt that its solidity will give me strength to cope,
Let it be my foundation whenever I feel weak,
Let it be my rock, and let me call it hope.
Jason Bayliss
Wed 25th Mar 2020 19:17
That's a really good point actually Cynthia, but I've always been a kind of, "Let it lay where it lands," type. I genuinely do appreciate the comment though because I'm dyslexic, so sometimes miss letters or whole words out, so it is genuinely, wholeheartedly appreciated.?
J. x